Not long after that, hospice cars and family cars lined the street outside the doctor's home. I heard from a neighbor that the doctor died in his sleep. The news that he died peacefully didn't surprise me. With his ability to be kind and joyful despite pain, I figured he had already arrived wherever it was he was wanting to go.
A man told me that he lived nearby, and he gave me his phone number in case I needed help. As he left he said: "Listen: if you can't find a solution, you could always borrow my car. I don't need it this weekend." I thanked him and told him that I appreciated his offer. I thought we would find a solution.